With a shout that echoed through the room, he came, his body shuddering and trembling with release. Waves of intense pleasure washed over him as you continued to fuck him with the dildo, your thrusts growing deeper and harder with every passing moment. He could feel himself growing weak from the amount of pleasure he'd just experienced, but that only made him want more. "Fuck me harder, mistress," he gasped hoarsely, his voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "

As exhaustion finally claimed him, Eiran drifted off to sleep in the crook of your arm, his cheek pressed against your soft skin. He dreamt of serving you like this forever, always at your command and pleasure. In the dream, it felt so right; a natural order of things that left him feeling complete for the first time since he could remember. It was almost too good to be true...